Aadhya Gallery
Following fires that bore into the land
like storms driven by lightning,
I see horizons cast deep,
flung by powerful, emboldened arms.
There, in that crease that folds mystery,
I can see a future
where ten billion differing beliefs
disintegrate into one.
Where the inside-out clarifies
why slavery can finally die.
Aadhya Chamber Twelve
The sovereign is integral.
It is not cut-off from the motherload.
The pocket of gold spreads everywhere.
There is no mine to find.
We are it.
There is no have/have not.
There is only illusion.
The program.
The lie.
Aadhya Chamber Thirteen
Aadhya Chamber Fourteen
Aadhya Chamber Fifteen
We have been wrapped in slavery
since time was born on earth.
We accept the husk,
as if it was us.
The fools gold of spirituality.
The dazzle of light.
The glamor of angelic hosts.
The vanity of hierarchies undisclosed.
Its recipients; love-obsessed people
with u-shaped mouths.
Aadhya Chamber Seventeen
Aadhya Chamber Twenty
Aadhya Chamber Twenty-Two
Aadhya Chamber Twenty-Four
